50 Bronx
50 Bronx

Biv, Saint Sleep - 50 Bronx Lyrics

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50 Bronx Lyrics

Don't step back to watch the victims snatch
And grab at the attentions mass, glass see through the last laugh
The holes came up with the tag
And hoes with the bag
I been falling out
They ain't wanna see us when they in the crowd
Heavy crowns die out, wasting my pounds
You some lost and never found
Call Badge if you fuckas tryna find out
Only smile true when it's light out
Only tellin mama how I'm living
If it goes, maybe so, she remind of the system
Making sure there ain't a single bitch that got me twisted
Quick decisions make me distant from the vision
Downside, when he ride, always need prescription
Bitch who's you kiddin
I'm still up risking
My life don't listen
My life don't listen
Got glass teeth, washing the resin up off the back sit
Ask me
I don't wanna be like you
Or half these
Mothafucks that always ask for cash fees or cash free
Got the homies chilling in the hills and the back streets
Lastly, how the fuck she ask me
Bitch I been up wide awake while you fast sleep
While you break homes, and split bones, with your tacky
Over used tones, get grown, fuck you ask me

I can see it when you stressed out living
I can see it when you stressed out living
I can see it when you stressed out living
I can see it when you stressed out living

Bloody Vans and some steel toed boots
Stepping on my dreams you can pay me at the toll booth
Tell me what you mean but it sound like gibberish
Clean the magnifying glass off we just ants in existence
Staring at the clock wonder where the minutes go
Have an episode like every day I think we on the series ending
Pen tip snap off back off ink splash on my will to live
Fearing I got nothing left to write until I settle in my wrinkled skin
Figment of my mind you been laughing at me every single time
No one invited to my pity party
Hardly blow the candles out I took a different route
I don't think I'll settle down when my head is in the clouds
Never seek to make you proud
Bittersweet memories I forget them all
I confess I'm just stressing way too fucking much
Used all my blessings now I'm giving up

I can tell that you're stressed out
Tell me why you stressed out
I can tell that you're stressed out
Tell me why you stressed out

Writer(s): David James
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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